Mad Men, Getting Madder: Scott Collins adds to the uproar by TV critics and boob tube junkies who continuously berate us for not watching Mad Men. They all say we’re missing something… but riddle us this, Collins: If the show is so great, why isn’t it on HBO?

Britney Gives It Up: The 1 1/2-year court battle is over and Kevin Federline gets sole custody of the kids, with Britney Spears allowed visitation rights and one sleepover a week. The decision puts an end to the nasty court case … but not to our profound feelings of pity for the woman.

America’s Next Top Video Blogger? We’ve stated it here before: We don’t watch American Idol, but we religiously read Rabbi Richard Rushfield‘s sermons about AI, so we’re happy to report that the good rabbi has added some video to his blogs. The clips are short (and some feature a little too much footage of feet), but if you’re into AI, this will enhance the experience. If you’re not into AI, just read the text. It’s as riveting as ever.

Just in case you missed this last night– Kevin Federline as America wants to see him.

Bonnie Fuller’s back. We’ll keep this short, but in a piece about men, wonderful men!, she proves to be out of touch with the real world. Proof:

She thinks unlikely-to-work-ever-again actress Rosanna Arquette is a career woman. Paul McCartney is praised for dating her as she’s 48. He’s the 65 year-old most eligible bachelor on earth.

Brad Pitt has been with drab, dull, no-talent Angelina Jolie for three whole years and Fuller finds this astounding.

“Certifiable hunk” Jake Gyllenhaal is dating Reese Witherspoon. He’s 26, she’s 31. She’s got an Oscar; he’s got rumors.

Kevin Federline, like Thackeray’s Becky Sharp, proves he can be good for so much a year.

If Fuller had any wit, she’d infuse these posts with some tongue in cheekiness, but she’s earnest–say what you want, this girl is earnest. If she had any wit, she’d be unemployed. Or rather, she’d have our job and we’d be unemployed.

(Question: Why is she cuddling up to the Donald?)

Captain America is dead! We didn’t even know he’d been sick.

Madonna can’t manage to restrain her kids–first David’s not in a car seat, then Rocco’s not belted up. Wait til they learn to drive.

Antonella Barba’s thigh-high boots ain’t going to save her sorry ass.

Kevin Federline visited Britney in re-hab, probably asking for an advance on his allowance.

Tom Cruise and Katie, his baby-making-machine, were shopping for more baby crap.

Lindsay Lohan went blonde. We wish she’d get a Brazilian and then have the drapes match the carpet.

Pity poor K-Fed. First he makes a ludicrously bad album. Then he gets dumped via text message. And now his one bit of silver lining is starting to varnish.

Nationwide Mutual Insurance Co. hired Kevin Federline to star in a 30-second Super Bowl spot as a fast-food employee who dreams of one day being a pop superstar. It’s a cute bit, and we have to admit it’s big of K-Fed to acknowledge his inner Kato.

But the ad has drawn the ire of the National Restaurant Association, which calls it a “strong and direct insult to the 12.8 million Americans who work in the restaurant industry.”

The NRA (wow, that’s an unfortunate acronym) goes on to say the commercial “would give the impression that working in a restaurant is demeaning and unpleasant.”

Flipping burgers is demeaning and unpleasant. We know. We’ve done it (damn unpaid newspaper internships). What is truly insulting, though, is being compared to Kevin Federline. Come at it from that angle, NRA, and you might have a case.